Like all good modern mothers, I strictly limit Connery's consumption of all things sugary, fatty, and otherwise unhealthy. In today's competitive mothering environment, I simply can't allow anyone to know that Connery was once allowed to eat an ice cream cone--just the cone!--before he was 1 and that we laughed heartily when we let him try (and spit out with considerable disgust) parmesan cheese when he was barely eating solid foods. So, shhhhhhhhh! I know that only organic milk, tofu, and fresh organic vegetables are supposed to cross his lips, but I do occasionally get a little crazy and allow him something that doesn't meet the guidelines of GMA (Good Mothers of America).
I bring this up because, despite my efforts--or maybe because of them--he seems lately to be obsessed with sweets. We passed a semi truck the other day, and I asked him, as I often do, what he thought was in the truck. I've done this for ages, partially because I've always liked to have conversations with him inasmuch as it was possible, and especially now because he comes up with amusing ideas of truck and train contents. The aforementioned semi, for example, was full of "chocolate sandwiches". He then told me he would like to eat a truck full of chocolate sandwiches, especially if the semi in question was as large as that one had been. Then, last night, he and Chip were sitting on the kitchen floor (sometimes a carpeted kitchen is actually a good thing, but not very often) playing "cooking" with measuring cups and other safe-ish kitchen implements. Chip asked what he was cooking, and Connery said, "Soup. Chocolate soup." We later learned in the bathtub that chocolate soup is the favorite food of bath hippos.
To my knowledge, Connery has never had a chocolate soup or sandwich (I say to my knowledge because he did actually learn the word "cookie" while staying with his grandparents), but he clearly thinks both are a good idea. Maybe if I lightened up a little he'd start pining for broccoli.